Stone

The stone is old and weathered, still standing proud in the shade of the forest. It pays you no attention as you approach, making no move to attack or retreat.

You reach your hand towards the stone and it remains unflinching, steady as you touch it. For a moment you see time as the stone sees time, the Sun a dull yellow band across a grey sky, the forest reduced to a faint brown and green mist as trees grow, die, and are born again around the stone.

You let your hand drop back to your side and look at the rock. It stands apparently unchanged by the experience. You wonder what it saw in you?